I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and my heart leapt at her compliment. I had been losing weight due to her imposed regime of diet and exercise. It was good that *someone* had noticed . . . my husband surely had not.

"Thank you Miss."

"Yes, very nice," Thandi continued, caressing my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. "This calls for something special to wear."

She led me to the bedroom, picked up the clothes that were lying on the bed, and put them back in the closet. She returned with a black outfit that was positively scandalous. The heels were an inch taller than they had been the day before. The stockings were sheer. The ensemble included another tight black skirt, tighter than yesterday's. A black jacket covered my blouse, and it was blouse that really made me most uncomfortable. It was a blouse unlike I had ever seen before. It was the same sheer material as my stockings. It was tight and squeezed my breasts up and out. They looked like the breasts of a twenty- five year old. That was the problem at the moment- the material was just as translucent as my stockings! Anyone looking could see every detail from my nipples to my breasts.

"You like?" Thandi asked.

I looked in the mirror in disbelief. The sexy woman within was alien to me. "Yes," I sighed, buttoning the jacket up to preserve my modesty. I was still showing *a lot* of cleavage, but I was at least presentable for work.

"Good," Thandi said, coming behind me and wrapping her arms around me. "I'm glad you like it." She nibbled at my earlobe, making my knees grow weak. I heard it before I saw it. Snip-snip. I tried not to look down, but I couldn't resist. With a pair of scissors, she was cutting off the buttons to my coat one by one.

Oh God! I was wet. I was gushing. I grew so lightheaded I could hardly stand.

"I hate buttons, don't you my pet," she asked. Her tongue delved into my ear. How I wished she were licking me somewhere else.

With the buttons gone, she opened my jacket, exposing my breasts, raising them up and pushing them in.

"That's better. . ."

What was she doing to me?

"Please. . ." The word came out as a whimper.

"Please what?" she taunted.

Why was I so hot? Did I want this? Surely I didn't. No, I couldn't. What would everyone think? "I can't. . . . Everyone will see. . ."

"See what?" Thandi teased, while she continued to toy with my aching nipples.

"My nipples," I gasped. "My breasts."

"So what," Thandi said. "You have beautiful breasts and your nipples practically beg for attention." She rolled my nipples between her forefinger and thumb to emphasize her words.

"Please. . ." I was too aroused to argue.

"Come on now Tracy-girl," she said. "Say it for me. I have beautiful breasts and my nipples practically beg for attention."

Oh, she was so frustrating. Didn't she know what she was doing to me? "I have beautiful breasts and my nipples prac-ti-ohhhhhh!" She tweaked my nipples hard, breaking my concentration.

"Say it again, until you get it right."

It took five times before I could say it without messing up, due to her malicious teasing.

"Come on my little Pussy-girl; let's go to work before we are late."

I summoned the last of my courage. "Please Miss Moore, I'm scared." How could she do this to me? Force me to show my naked breasts in public.

She helped pull me to my feet and hugged me close. "Who's going to be there with you today Tracy-girl?"

"You are," I muttered.

"And who will be there to protect you?"

Oh God, but how could she protect me from what was to come, my mind screamed. However, "You will," was what I answered.

"Good girl. Let's go."

********

I know what you are thinking. You probably think Thandi left me out to dry. Well, you would be wrong. She did protect me . . . in a fashion.

Whenever my coat fell open, my breasts . . . my nipples rather, were exposed due to the translucent top. Well, I was exposed and someone would stare wide-eyed at my display, Thandi would be there to come to my rescue.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" she asked a man in the elevator, who was practically slobbering on me.

"No-look-I'm sorry," he stammered, blushing at least as red as I must have been.

"She's the one you need to be apologizing to," Thandi said. "Not me."

"Look Miss," he said, he looked at my nose carefully avoiding my breasts and my eyes, his cheeks turning even redder. I couldn't help but to glance down at his crotch. His bulge was obvious. "I'm sorry for ah-staring."

"Well, Miss," Thandi, said to me. "Do you accept his apology? Or should I turn the pervert in."

"Yes. . ." I replied.

"Yes, what?" she said. "You want me to turn him in?"

"Yes - I mean no Miss Moore," I said. "I don't want you to turn him in.

"Fucking pervert." Thandi stopped the elevator at the next floor. "Get the fuck out, before I change my mind."

He rushed out of the elevator, and it was good to see someone else under Thandi's thumb . . . someone other than myself that is. The doors closed and just as the elevator resumed its ascent, Thandi pressed the stop button. After that, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me forcefully. Her hand traveled into my coat and found my nipple. She tweaked it -- *painfully*.

She smothered my cries of anguish with her mouth and probing tongue. Her eyes were smoldering and furious.

"Don't you ever let me catch you staring at a cock again without permission or . . . so help me God!"

"I'm sorry," I begged. I had no idea what she would do, and I sure as hell didn't want to find out. I took a chance and kissed her lips. I even suckled at her full lower lip. "I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry." I looked in her eyes and watched her anger fade. Her tongue searched for mine. I met it and we danced together.

"Whose pleasure do you exist for?" Thandi asked.

"Yours."

"And how will you know to please me?"

"By watching you."

"That's right bitch, not cocks, *me*." She grabbed my hand and pulled it up her dress to her crotch. "And who do you belong to?"

"You," I sighed. I slid my finger in her panties and found her wet slit. I circled her clit and then thrust my digit into her tight tunnel.

"That's right bitch. You're my girl. My sexy white pussy girl." She pulled my hand from her crotch and started the elevator back up. Her eyes were still smoldering as she stared at me and glanced down at my wet sticky hand. I held her gaze as I cleaned them of her sweet musky essence.

"Good girl," she purred. "Besides, when I want you to stare at a cock, it will be to suck it. And you'll know to suck it because I will tell you to suck it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Was she serious? It was one thing to do it with her, but it would be quite another to do it with another man. Besides my husband, I mean.

I blushed furiously. For the woman who had me in her thrall-nothing was too depraved. "Yes, Miss Moore," I breathed. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes.

"Say it," she demanded.

Oh God! I glanced up. We were almost at our floor. "I'll do it ma'am. I'll suck whomever you tell me to suck. I'll be your . . ." My cunt was running like a faucet. Fuck me fuck me, it screamed. My nipples were so hard they hurt. God, how I wanted her! I wanted her more than anything I ever wanted before. "I'll be your chicken head cock sucker girl. I'll be whatever you want me to be."

I fought to keep my body under control but it was consumed by a warm infusion of pure pleasure. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was a close substitute. I craved more, and yet at the same time it scared me half to death when I realized what the feeling was. It was my complete and utter submission.

Thandi grinned. Enjoying my discomfort. Did she suspect?

"That's my girl." Her hand grabbed my ass possessively. "But if you do it, you'll do it for my pleasure, not yours, and certainly not his. And how will you know it's my pleasure," she asked.

The doors slid open. It was our floor.

"I'll know," I assured her. I would know all right. I could recognize her pleasure easily by her wicked smirking smile and her dark flashing eyes. I could even her it in her voice.

*******

I was by myself most of the morning. Well, not by myself, but without Thandi, so I just did my best to ignore the looks everyone gave me. I even tried to ignore the men trying to catch a glimpse of my breasts, which were barely covered by my jacket. I kept my head down and refused to meet their leering eyes. I slid around on my chair trying to get comfortable. God, I was hot. I wished Thandi were there. She would know just what to do.

It was over an hour before Thandi called me to her office.

"Hang your jacket up," she said.

"Yes, ma'am." I took off my coat and hung it up, standing before her with my nipples growing even harder due to her cold office.

"So chicken head, you been looking at any more cocks?" she asked.

"No ma'am." I couldn't help but to blush.

Thandi stood up and walked over to me. She looked at me slightly disapprovingly, and then she looked at the ground and smiled. I knelt down in front of her, hoping that it was what she wanted.

"Good girl, cause I got something you can look at all you want," Thandi said. "And do you know what that is my little chicken?"

"Your vagina?"

"My pussy, bitch," she said. "Now say it right or we'll have a little session right now."

"Your pussy, Miss."

"Then why the hell aren't you pleasing it?"

I could tell by her voice that she was growing frustrated with me. Moreover, one thing for sure, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I hurriedly raised the hem of her skirt up and clutched the band of her panties.

"Use your teeth," she said.

I bit the band with my teeth, careful not to nip her in the process and pulled her panties down to her feet. I made to kneel there, my face pressed to the carpet, while she took her time stepping out of her panties. As she did so, she placed her foot on top of my head, trapping me against the floor.

"What do you want to do now little hen?"

I should have been angry and mortified. Instead, I was tremendously aroused. My submission was growing easier and easier. I was starting to crave it and it scared me.

"I want to worship your sweet black pussy, Miss."

"I know you do baby, I know you do," Thandi sighed, as she removed her foot from my head. "Now, sit back up and hold my skirt up. That's my girl. Now, I want you to kiss it. Kiss my black pussy and show me how much you love it. Show me how much you want to please me."

I moved in close to her sex until her pubes tickled my nose. I inhaled her musky scent. The scent was heavenly, and to think, I was the cause. I kissed her labia lightly. Thandi sighed and leaned back against the chair for support. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth as far as it would go and engulfed her beautiful black pussy. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to worship it, and I wanted her whole womanhood inside my lips.

Her hips bucked and her thighs clenched as she came. And then . . . and then she was pushing me away. I tried to kiss her again, but she kept my head in her hands and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at her.

"You were made to give pleasure, did you know that Tracy-girl?" she said, and I felt my cheeks growing warm with her compliment.

"No ma'am," I answered.

"Oh you were," she said. "Your tongue and fingers are like silk. I can see why your husband only lasted a minute with you. However, that is going to be a serious problem for what I want you to do today."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, as a shiver of fear and desire licked down my spine.

Her finger delved between the lips of her sex and then disappeared in her dark wet sex. When she brought it back out it was shiny wet with her desire. She brought it to my lips. "I want you to suck a cock."

Oh God! It was one thing to give Thandi pleasure. I mean, because she was a woman, it didn't really count as cheating, but a man. A man. I was pretty sure it would be considered cheating, even if I only gave him a blowjob. But God, dear God, I would do it if she asked. I shivered thinking about it. In answer, I took her finger in my mouth and sucked it, bobbing my head up and down as I cleaned it.

"But none of that chicken head shit," she said. "Your job is teasing, not pleasing. You think you can handle that?" She pulled her digit free and fingered herself again. She held it back to my lips. "Just lick it."

I did as she asked. God it was so hard. I didn't want her finger fucking me, I wanted her to be fucking me- with something big and hard and able to make me cum!

"Good girl. Now I want you to take it all the way in your mouth, but just hold it there, don't suck it. That's my girl. You're going to make a good little teaser, but listen to me very good. Listen to me real goddamn good."

Thandi grabbed my by my large hoop earrings and stooped over me, getting right in my face. "We're going to go visit someone very important. You had better mind me, and you had better behave, or I'll be on you like stink on shit. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am." God, I had never seen her so forceful. It astounded me. I also needed to pee --bad.

"Good girl," Thandi said, and sealed it with a kiss. Then her demeanor changed and she was friendly again. "Now let's get your face back together. Go fetch my pocketbook, will you?"

***********

A few minutes later, I was dressed and made up. The lipstick was a little heavy. "I want anyone who sees these lips to want to feel them," Thandi had said. I could only imagine the thoughts going through my co- workers minds as I walked to the elevator with Thandi.

"Remember to tease until I say, take care of business. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then say it."

I hated it when she treated me like an idiot. "Tease ma'am, until you say to take care of business."

"Good girl," Thandi said, her hand patted my ass lightly and then she held open the door.

Dear Lord, we were here already. My knees grew weak and it too all my concentration to keep from falling in my too-high heels. Why did I agree to this? What was wrong with me? And who would it be? A janitor with a mammoth cock? Some young boy from the mailroom? How would I be able to look my husband in the eye?

"Remember what I said. And take off your coat before you sit. And when I say, 'next', you move to the next," Thandi said in a hushed tone as I passed her.

I could barely hear what she said. I mean really, I just stood there dumbly in the doorway of the conference room. I had good reason too. There was no janitor in the conference room. There was no mail boy either. No, instead it was full of people's names that all started with C. As in CEO, CIO etc.

God! I couldn't think! Thandi pushed me toward a chair and I just let her lead me, numbly stumbling to my demise.

"Well, here's the reason I called you in today gentlemen," Thandi said, then turned to me. "Go on Tracy, take off your coat, and show them your blouse."

Oh dear God, no! What was she thinking? She was going to get us both fired.

My cheeks were burning hot as I blushed. The moment I slid my jacket from my shoulders there was an collective intake of breath. Then the formerly noisy conference room was dead silent.

I dared not look. After hanging my jacket on the back of the chair, I sat down, my legs crossed, my arms demurely at my sides, my eyes cast down staring fixedly at the grain of the wood tabletop.

"I know exactly what you are thinking gentlemen," Thandi said. "I was thinking the same thing myself when I first saw Tracy's blouse this morning. I was going to send her home, but then, to cover myself, I read the dress code before I did. I must say it came as a surprise when I read that bras aren't mandatory and nowhere in the code did it specify for the opacity of the employee's clothing. And then Tracy told me it was all the style in Paris this year, isn't that right Tracy."

I had said no such thing. She was making me out to be some sort of slut, and I just sat there and let her. "Yes, ma'am," I answered. "Ahm-all the uh-models are wearing them."

"So gentlemen," Thandi said. "Should she go home and change, or is this acceptable company attire?"

As one, the men all glanced at one another, smirked, and then looked back at my breasts.

"I don't have a problem with them, I mean it," said Mr. Johnson. "What about you George."

"Not me," he said. "I'm all for keeping up with the new styles. How about you Ralph?"

"Well, I don't know," began Mr. Slate.

"Shut up Ralph," Mr. Johnson said.

"Great," said Thandi. "I just wanted to check to make sure it was appropriate. Being so new in my position, I wasn't quite sure on the company policy of such things."

"No, you did quite all right bringing this to our attention," Mr. Johnson said. "And don't hesitate to bring any other occurrences like this to my attention."

"Certainly," Thandi said. "And while I'm here . . . I was wondering if this would be a good time to talk about a raise and perhaps to discuss Tracy's future with the company."

"I've um got a meeting in a few minutes," said Mr. Slate.

Thandi looked at me with feral gleam in her eye. "Tracy," she said. "Mr. Slate looks a little out of sorts. Maybe you could help him feel a bit better." She took her pen and put it between her pursed lips.

My insides twisted and my body buzzed with nervous energy. 'This is not me, this is not me,' I told myself. I'm a systems analyst. The head Systems analyst. I'm married-married-married. I have a no good husband who builds towers of beer cans while I'm at work. I have a cruel boss that has enslaved me and is going to use me to get a raise. Oh, this is not me at all.

But even as I slipped out of the chair and onto my knees, I could feel my pussy gushing. God, how it craved what I was going to do. A familiar sexual rush flooded my body again. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way with every growing submission and humiliation? I crawled beneath the conference table on my hands and knees. I crawled to the chair of Ralph Slate, one of the biggest geeks in the company. I maneuvered myself between his legs and pulled down his zipper. His cock was already hard.

No, this was not me at all. This was Miss Moore's pet, her pussy girl, her chicken head cocksucker. I opened my mouth and took Ralph's cock in. This was it, no matter what the definition; I was officially cheating on my husband.

I bobbed up and down. I licked him along his shaft. I teased the slit with my tongue. There in the cramped confines beneath the table, surrounded by legs, I felt safe. Maybe I associated it with being back in the womb. I forgot about everything but the cock in my mouth. And until she nudged me with the pointed tip of her shoe, I even forgot about Thandi's warning. No coming, just teasing.